Do we have everything we need? I checked in all the suitcases to make sure I haven't forgotten anything we needed for our 2 month trip to England for Vee's wedding. Toothbrush? Underwear? Toothpaste? I know I'm missing something? All of a sudden arms encircle my waist. "Shampoo? Conditioner?" Patch's soothing, deep voice broke the silence of the room.
"Check."
"Lotion?"
"Check."
"Deodorant?"
"I have all of those things, but I'm pretty sure I'm missing something. I just don't know what it is." I rubbed my head on Patch shoulder, not knowing what to do. Patch's chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. "Stop laughing, we leave tomorrow morning and it's already 11 o'clock at night."
"11:03 to be exact."
"If you're not here to help me, go away." Another chuckle. Patch leans down from his 6'6 frame to kiss me on my temple.
He crouches down onto the floor to examine the suitcases closer. Patch takes his hands and maneuvers around the clothing and necessities I have packed. I wait patiently for him to finish his scouting of our missing items.
I took a seat on the foot of the bed, watching Patch. These last few years have gone by fast, but happily. We've traveled to Africa, France, Russia, even Australia in our second year of our marriage. This year we planned to move somewhere for only a duration of time. We haven't completely agreed of where we were going to settle down for the year, but I plan to have happy memories with Patch. "I can't find any cotton swabs, a blow dryer, and a nail kit, since I know you hate walking around with a broken nail all day," I glared furiously at the back of his head, "and I can't find any tampons?"
I froze. "Tampons?"
Patch looked at me amused. "Yeah, those things that you put in your precious temple that I can only go through."
"Tampons?" I tested the word on the tip of my tongue. Why is that word giving me shivers down my spine. "Right," I paused. "Tampons, I'll go get some. Is that all that I missed?" I said walking to the bathroom to get our toiletries.
"I think so, is something wrong? Usually when I say a comment like that, you hit me on the head . . . And then have to kiss the pain away." I could feel his smile. Patch followed me into our en suite bathroom. I said nothing. "Angel? Angel? You okay?" I continued foraging for my tampons. Why? I'm still forgetting something, but all of the items we need are packed. Why? "Nora." I jumped and hit my head under the countertop as I felt a pair of hands on my waist.
"Angel, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have scared you." Patch's hand was around my waist while his other hand was inspecting the top of my head.
"I'm fine, it's nothing. It doesn't even hurt that much anyway." I said and shooed him away from me. I entered the master bedroom and poked and probed around to make space for the last items. "I already have your suit, so we don't have to get one in England, but we might have to loosen it since you've . . . Grown."
The past 3 years, Patch had grown 4 inches(6'6), while I have only grown to a 5'11. 2 inches of pure nothing. Not even the high heels can help me kiss Patch on the lips without me standing on my tip toes. Patch's shoulder's had gotten wider, his pants have gotten shorter, and he's gotten muscular. Barely anything fits on him anymore. We had to go shopping for some new clothes for him for this trip since he would need more than business suits. But on only one condition, everything had to be the colors he liked, meaning everything had to be a dark shade, from dark red to a deep blue, and nothing pink. Pink was a huge no-no.
In 3 long strides, Patch reached me and pulled me in for a kiss. "You know it. So what were you thinking so desperately about in there?" Patch eyed me curiously. Before I could answer, the phone blared, demanding my attention. "Hold that thought." I tip toed toward his lips and planted one on him before I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I sank into the king bed I shared with Patch.
"Babe!" I pulled the phone away from my ear like it was on fire. "I'm so excited to see you! What time are you arriving at the airport?"
"Well, Patch and I leave at 3 in the morning here, but the flight takes almost 8 hours, Patch found a pilot for the private jet." I felt the bed dip beside me and saw Patch facing towards me sporting a devious smiles. I held my hand up to him, begging for him to not do anything. He moved closer towards me, I inched toward the edge.
"High class, babe, but what airport will you be arriving at? Lancashire, England doesn't have an airport for itself." I was running out of room, I was about to fall off the bed.
"We'll be living in Patch's château in London. But, we will be there for every event and if you need me all be a few minutes away by helicopter." Patch was so close. I sat up and was about to get up, but Patch already had his hands around my waist. He pulled me back to bed and proceeded to try undressing me.
"A château? Can I come and visit? Gavin and I live in house near a lake, but it's a modern house. I've never lived inside a château before. Will Patch and you be able to arrive for the announcement party? It's at 8 in the evening."
"We can definitely make it. I think Patch and I will be arriving at 6 in the evening with plenty of time to spare to get ready." Patch, you better stop it. Let me finish this conversation first and you can have me for the entire night.
We have less than 3 hours to ourselves. You now how much of a machine I am in bed. We might not have enough sleep tonight, not even enough energy to get up in the morning. Who knows, the alarm may not even go off. Patch pecked my lips and pecked them again, only this one lasted longer, harder, and more demanding. His hands were everywhere. One underneath my shirt, the other unbuttoning my pants, and both were dangerously close to closing in on the prize.
"That's good, I couldn't do this without my best frie-" I yelped. Patch had reached his prize, but it wasn't the one underneath my shirt. "What wrong?" Vee said, panicking.
"N-n-nothing. I wouldn't want to be a-anywhere than by your side." I held back a gasp when Patch started to massage both of his prizes while sucking on my neck. I held the phone away from my mouth. "Patch, we're attending a party in less than 24 hours, you cannot imprint me with a hickey in a very visible place." I whispered.
Patch squeezed my breast, I couldn't hold back a gasp. "You're mine, there's nothing wrong to imprint on something that's mine." He continued his torture, successfully pulling off my shorts leaving me in only my underwear.
"I'll be waiting at the door for you, I want to be the first person that you see at this party." My breathing quickened, but Patch covered my mouth with his. "Nora, are you still there? Nora? Nora?"
Patch took the phone out of my hands while his magic hands unhooked my bra. I started to vigorously unbutton Patch's pants as Patch himself put the phone to his ear, "Goodnight, Vee," ending the call, throwing it to somewhere in the room.
I could only imagine the look on Vee's face.
True to his word, Patch had me all night. Not a blink of sleep. Once we ended, we started once more, continuing the process even after the alarm rang. Our unceasing night of love was located underneath the spray of the shower head. Once we hit the cushioned seats of the private airplane, we slept in each other's arms.
I awoke to Patch 's gentle breathing. I squirmed in his arms, begging for more sleep. But just then when sleep was beckoning for me, I felt increasing dizziness. I jumped up, but was recoiled back into the chair by the belt. "Nora? "What's wrong?"
I worked at my belt furiously. Once I was released, I sprinted towards the bathroom, and spewed out last night's dinner. I heard hurried footsteps behind me before I felt the familiar heat of Patch's hand rubbing circles on my back, holding my hair back.
Finished, I cradled my head in my hands, waiting for the nausea to disappear. Patch kissed and whispered in my ear, patiently waiting. After I was assured I was fine, I began to stand up slowly with Patch's help. "You okay? Do we need to go to the doctor?"
"No, I just felt extremely dizzy. Motion sickness, I guess."
Patch eyed me confused. "You sure?"
"Yeah."
Not convinced, Patch guided me back to our seats and sat me down. "Do you need anything? I think we have some medicine for motion sickness in the back."
"I'm sure it's only temporary. No need for any medicine. Everything's fine." Tampon, my subconscious thought.
Patch stared at me worriedly, but took his seat none the less.
"Lady and Gentleman, we will be arriving in London in a few minutes. Please return to your seats and buckle up."
Tampon?
As promised, we landed in London in under 10 minutes. After exiting the plane, we collected our luggage into an awaiting car next to the plane. As soon as the luggage was stored in the boot of the car, Patch and I took our seats in the driver's and passenger's seat.
I watched outside my window, observing the landscape of London. A dark scenery was painted into the landscape, threatening to rain down on us. Hopefully before the rain could fall, we would be safely in the interior of Vee's announcement party.
I reached for Patch's hand for comfort, smiling at him. "Excited?"
Patch smiled at me before returning his eyes to the road. "Ecstatic, I want to meet the man who dares to marry your estranged best friend." I laughed. Vee was a little wild. I, too, wanted to know who got Vee to settle down.
"I've heard from Vee that he was quite nice. His family owned a business, which Gavin was entitled to. But niceness and good finance couldn't make Vee change her mind."
Patch and I looked at each other briefly. "He must be some kind of handsome god, then." Patch laughed out loud.
